Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

After entering the dream, Daenerys did not see her brother's incarnation, and her body did not burn.

So she realized that she had dreamed something else before entering that dream state.

This feeling was very novel. She was clearly dreaming, but she knew it clearly.

Maybe it was because she saw Daenerys today. She thought.

She hadn't dreamed of anything else for a long time. The last time was when the Red God priest took the dragon egg to the ship quietly. In her dream, she dreamed that the dragon sang and called her. The dream that seemed to be a precognitive dream was even longer ago, when she dreamed that her brother was standing on Dragonstone.

North.

A voice whispered in the darkness.

There was gray fog all around, and she couldn't see the environment clearly. She didn't feel down to earth, but Daenerys heard the wind and the sound of wings flapping in her ears.

She was surprised to find that it was her own wings.

She was flying, like her brother, incarnated as a dragon, but those were bird wings with black feathers.

North. The voice was still talking.

It was dark and cold in the mist, no sun, no stars, only the grey mist blowing in front of her, and this strange whisper.

The ground is beneath you. The voice was high and thin, and Daenerys looked around to find the source of the voice. She saw a raven not far in front of her, just out of her reach.

Daenerys looked down and felt a sudden impact on her mind. The ground was beneath her, and the whole world was spread out below her like a colorful tapestry. So many things were reflected in her eyes, the whole continent and the people who walked in it were all in her sight.

She looked down at Dragonstone like a flying dragon, and from above, everything else seemed clear, but Dragonstone was blurry.

Look north. The raven said again.

She looked north and saw a wall of ice that shone like blue crystal rising from the ground and stretching across the horizon. Seeing a strange boy sleeping alone in a cold bed, the memory of warmth and heat gradually faded, and his skin became pale and firm. Seeing an old man with pale eyes, shrunken body, wrinkled, lying at the feet of a giant, the warmth melting the frozen and slow-flowing blood in his body, and tears flowing from his blind white eyes.

She looked beyond the Great Wall, through the endless, snow-covered forests, across the frozen riverbanks, the vast blue-white glaciers, the dead ice fields shrouded in black shadows, and the ice-blue, cold and cold flames burning on the earth. She kept looking north, looking at the light curtain at the end of the world, and then through that layer of light curtain, looking at the heart of winter. At this time, she felt cold all over, her body trembled, and the red flames burst out of her body, but it was still as cold as a bone.

No. The voice of the crow was much farther away from her.

She looked at the crow that seemed to be avoiding the flames coming out of her body, and the crow was also looking at her.

The black feathers on her body were burning and falling off, revealing the wings of a giant dragon under the flames. She grew dragon wings in her dream, but she didn't feel scared or strange at all, but felt it was natural.

It turned out to have three eyes, and the third eye made Daenerys feel full of horror. There, she saw ice, snow, cold, despair, fear and death, and something deeper attracted her.

"Who are you?" She quickly closed her eyes, resisting the urge to look into the crow's eyes, "Another so-called god? Why don't you let us go? Don't try to influence me!"

No. The crow said. It's not like that.

It was surprised.

It's not like that. It hesitated.

This is good. It is relieved.

It's good, good, good, good. The crow's voice gradually faded away and stopped completely. In the end, its tone made Daenerys feel a little relieved.

At a certain moment, Daenerys felt the power of the fire on her body increasing, and she opened her eyes. She found herself in darkness, in which countless dark whirlpools and purple dust were surging. This made her feel inexplicably relieved, as she knew that this was Viserys's dream incarnation devouring magic power.

Soon, she came out of the darkness, and after that strange dream, she saw the three-headed dragon that occupied half of the sky in the dream, which made her feel relieved.

She turned her head and looked at the dragon standing silently beside her. Most of its scales were red-gold, but its horns, wing bones and crest were silver-white. Compared with the almost animated dragon she had seen before, although this dragon was still majestic, it seemed lifeless.

Because Daenerys did not feel the heartbeat of the dragon egg, Viserys speculated that it was a fossil dragon egg that had no hatching ability. The reason why Dragon King Inar chose such a dragon egg to be buried with her was perhaps because this dragon egg was inactive. Inar held it and slept in the tomb, and also built a tomb like a sacrificial ceremony with a dragon skeleton, perhaps hoping to "exchange death for life", and the soul will enter the dragon egg after death and be reborn as a dragon.

However, this is just Viserys's guess, after all, the funeral customs of Valyria are no longer traceable.

We can only guess that they should be the same as all the people in Essos in the Age of Heroes. It is suspected that their ancestors experienced a long and cold night that lasted for a generation in the Age of Heroes, eight thousand years before Aegon's landing. The world was shrouded in terrifying darkness and winter, and the White Walkers descended on the world, and the dead were resurrected as wights.

Almost all ethnic groups in the continent of Essos follow the custom of cremation. The reason why I use "almost" is because the Rhoynar people may have been buried in water before they were driven out of the continent of Essos by the Valyrian people. Many people mistakenly believe that cremation does not require a tomb, but except for the Dothraki who burn the bones and leave them alone - because they believe that all major events in life must be witnessed by heaven and earth, other ethnic groups' customs are not as crazy as theirs. wild.

The burial ceremony of the Valyrian Dragon King is even more difficult to test. After all, it is impossible for such a thing to be spread to the outside world. Viserys can only make a rough guess from the tomb of Ynar. It seems that Inar was not cremated, but people directly put his body holding the dragon egg into the tomb to naturally decay. Perhaps this is a special feature of the dragon king's funeral.

However, this speculation can only be verified by digging graves in the ruins of Valyria to confirm whether all the dragon kings of Valyria were buried in this way.

"Only death can buy life."

This is a way that Viserys told Daenerys that might be able to activate the dragon egg that contains the magic power needed to hatch a dragon. That sentence was not a spell, but a theoretical basis for performing a sacrificial ritual. The priests of the Red God must know how to perform rituals.

This reminds Daenerys of the screaming soul shadows on the young dragons that hatched from the first dragon egg. From this, she can try to imagine a way to activate the dragon egg, even if it only relies on the recognition of a scaly claw. No matter how hard you imagine, you can guess that the ritual to activate the dragon egg must be very cruel and terrifying.

Thinking about it this way, Daenerys only regarded the silent dragon-like existence beside her as a huge dragon-shaped magic power. She told herself that it was just a shape made of the magic contained in the dragon egg, not a real life, and that she did not need to find a way to hatch it from the dragon egg.

"Huh?" When Daenerys turned her attention to the burning flame coat on her body, she was surprised to find that on the outermost edge of the flames that enveloped her body, there was a green silk thread that was as thin as a gossamer and could hardly be seen without looking carefully. Is floating among the flames.

She looked at the thread with great concentration, and then she gradually saw its trajectory and shape clearly. She tried to reach out and touch it, but then she fell into a trance.

In her field of vision, a ray of fire suddenly lit up. The light was strange and strange. The white was as bright as falling snow, the yellow shone like pure gold, and the red turned into flames.

Glass candle. She realized what the fire was.

Her vision was occupied by the firelight, and she found that her sight passed through the blurry and abstract forests, mountains and oceans, and finally landed on a huge ice wall shining like blue crystal. Her sight could not continue here, but she I saw a dark spot on one of several stone towers and wooden fortress buildings.

She looked over.

I found out that it was an old man’s dream. She saw that in his dream, the snow was full of vague but frightening black shadows, and there were vague and sad black figures lying in a pool of blood. The forest under the heavy snow was dark and cold, full of people. The thick snow was as silent as death, and he could only watch all this helplessly with his pale and cloudy eyes.

She found that she seemed to have entered the old man's dream, and the old man found her: "Who is there? Egg? Egg? Is it you?"

She woke up.

She felt sad.

A warm big hand gently brushed the corner of her eye: "Dream?"

Daenerys rested her head on him, and the warm body temperature dissipated some of her sadness: "Yes, I don't know why, this dream makes me so sad."

Then, she told Viserys exactly what she had experienced after falling asleep, hoping that he could give some interpretation.

After listening to Daenerys's narration, Viserys immediately had an idea.

"I guess, no, I'm sure. There are letters from the Great Wall in the crow's nest now." Viserys looked towards the Sea Dragon Tower, and happened to see a letter crow squatting on the top of the tower, as if sizing up the place, waiting for Viserys Reese wanted to see clearly, but it quickly flew away again. He said firmly, "The three-eyed crow you saw in your dream should be the wise men with mysterious abilities among the children of the forest, the green seers. It is said that they have the ability to control nature and explore the past." and the ability to predict the future, and can also invade other people's dreams and spirits through magic.

You need to know, Dany, that he may not be malicious in his approach to you, and may even be approaching you with great kindness in his own eyes. But no matter what, the human soul is too weak. No matter how you come into contact with the mysterious existence or receive his gifts, you will inevitably be invaded and infected by his powerful spirit, and finally assimilated, whether he assimilates you or you assimilate him. , you are no longer you. "

Daenerys felt scared: "Like the priests of the Red God approaching us? Why do we always encounter these things?"

"You have to get used to it," Viserys could only tell her. "We are now sailing on the tide sweeping the world, and the magic power of you and me is too bright. The world is at war in the eyes of those ancient and mysterious beings, and it is precarious. So everyone is eager to use you and me to achieve their goals. But according to you, the castle on Dragonstone seems to be able to blur their vision, which is good news."

Daenerys asked another dream: "What about the dream after that? That old man, he should be just an ordinary person, who is he? Why do I see his dreams? Why do I feel sad? He and I saw death in Is there a person at the giant’s feet?”

Viserys told her what he thought should be the truth: "You should have obtained a ray of green prophet's magic to enter other people's dreams, and through the glass candle you lit as a medium, you traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to enter the dreams of people with the same blood as us. I think that old man should be Aemon Targaryen, the third son of Maekar I, the fourteenth king of the Targaryen family.

According to the historical records of the Targaryen Dynasty, King Maekar I died in a rebellion in Starspur City. In order to choose a new king, the King's Hand Brynden Rivers presided over the Great Council. Aemon was recalled to the court and was once quietly granted the throne of king, but Aemon refused because he forged his necklace in the Citadel and became a bachelor, and those who won the bachelor's necklace swore to give up their surnames.

Aemon gave the rule of the kingdom to his younger brother, Aegon, our great-grandfather, and people called him "the king who should not be king".

Afterwards, Aemon chose to go to the Wall to join the Night's Watch to prevent him from being used by a conspiracy to usurp Aegon's throne. King Aegon emptied the dungeons and provided a group of 200 "honor guards" for his journey, and went to the Wall with Aemon to read the oath of the Night's Watch. Among them were "Duke Bloodraven" Brynden Rivers and his personal guards, the Raven's Teeth. Now, Aemon is over a hundred years old.

The place where you saw him getting sick and declining in your dream should be Braavos. There is some kind of power at the Wall that makes him live longer, and leaving the Wall will make him old and die.

As for his dream, perhaps something happened at the Wall, which made him worried and sad, and his emotions affected you.

It is very dangerous to enter other people's dreams, Dany, be careful when trying this in the future."

While Viserys was telling Daenerys a story and speculating on the ins and outs, he also had some strange ideas. He was thinking about the dream that Daenerys had had. Was there someone who had also entered her dream through a glass candle and made hints and peeks, and the means were much stronger than Daenerys who had just seen the way. At that time, the red comet had not even appeared in the sky. Viserys deduced from this that the mysterious existence who had set up the dragonbinder trap for him might be more powerful than he imagined.

Viserys began to talk endlessly when he started telling the story. All kinds of inferences were reasonable and well-founded. Daenerys was fascinated by it and immersed in it. She even felt that this was the truth - because this was the truth. It would be strange if Viserys' words did not make sense if he used the result to judge the process.

But Daenerys had no way of knowing this. She only lamented that she had never thought that the people in the story nearly a hundred years ago would actually contact her in this way: "We should help him. He is our great-grandfather and our relative - we have one more relative alive, right? And the three-eyed crow showed me that the northern wall is shrouded in darkness, the ice-blue piercing cold flames burn the earth, and the heart of winter at the end of the world makes me feel piercingly cold. Can't we do something?"

"." Viserys realized that although he seemed to have made some attempts, Daenerys was still being pushed by various forces to the predetermined fate of this world's prophecy. But whether Daenerys is Azor Ahai or Nissa Nissa, this is not something Viserys can accept. Viserys turned his gaze to the south. He thought of another "savior" there. If this world must have someone to bear the prophecy, then. "Yes, Dany, you are right, we should do something."

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The Wall.

Black Castle, Crow's Nest.

As people age, they sleep less, and not only less, but also shallowly.

Night is a terrible time, dark and cold. Maester Aemon is old and blind, but he can sense that it is dark outside.

He woke up from a dream in a trance, opened his white eyes and tried to find the light, but he knew that it was just a dream.

The news sent back by the rangers led by Commander Jeor through the raven at Craster's Fortress was worrying. Mance Rayder was gathering his troops at Frostfang and preparing to attack the Wall. The rangers were now rushing to the Fist of the First Men, intending to collect intelligence on the road that Mance Rayder must take.

Ravens flew out of Castle Black in an endless stream, asking for help from the lords and kings in the Seven Kingdoms, but for a long time, the letters seemed to have fallen into the sea.

The Night's Watch was not strong enough, and the future was unpredictable. Maester Aemon dreamed about the tragic ending of the outgoing team, which was sad.

But the dream did not stop there. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt deep sorrow, thinking that perhaps it was a sign that his time was coming to an end.

In the last scene of his dream, he saw a silver-haired Targaryen bathed in fire. Their eyes met in the dream. He could not see each other's appearance, but only saw each other's purple eyes full of sadness.

When he woke up, Aemon subconsciously thought of the blazing Summer Hall, the monarch who people said should not be king, and finally ended everything in witchcraft, fire and grief.

Ego, is that you?